"Are you trying to say that during the meal, there seemed to be some movement under the table?" Mu Qianyue asked with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
"Yes, yes." Cang Yuwei nodded repeatedly.
At that time, even though she felt something was off, she was ultimately just a guest. If she rashly lifted the table, it would seem very impolite.
Moreover, doing so would embarrass Qianqian and Uncle Mu, so she restrained herself.
"Do you want to know what's going on?" A hint of amusement was found in Mu Qianyue's dark pupils.
"Of course. Qianqian, quickly tell me, do you know something?" Seeing the smile on Mu Qianyue's face, Cang Yuwei now dared to be certain that Mu Qianyue was aware of the commotion under the table during the meal.
If so, why didn't she stop it? And why did she appear so indifferent and leisurely, as if she wasn't worried at all?
"Because it was my foot under the table!" Mu Qianyue's lips curved up in a radiant smile.
